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she's the kid of girl who tries wayyyy too ******* hard to please everybody somebody has each limb and is pulling her in every direction boys fight for her heart the one she wants to win doesn't fight she leaves herself in the open taking shots from all angles absorbs it and shakes it off like it didn't even hurt she tells me her deepest secrets and laughs from the shallowest part of herself that smile could make a grown man a man who gave up on love weak the ******* knees make the hardest frown turn right upside down the one's who say they love her **** her up more than those who don't she's rare she cares sometimes, well most of the time she gets too stressed and tries too hard to be the best tear away the seams your heart is sewn onto your sleeve rip it off it might hurt a bit you might bleed but it's temporary unlike the hurt from the ones who "love" you TEAR YOUR HEART OFF YOUR SLEEVE put it BACK where it belongs lock it up tight let the right one in not the one who speaks in cliches choose the one who can look you dead in the eye and tell you you're beautiful without looking at your chest or *** I pinky promise he will come around I can't promise when but i swear be patient and sit back and watch your life unfold like opening the pages of a pop-up book
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
she's the kind of girl
she's the kid of girl who tries wayyyy too ******* hard to please everybody somebody has each limb and is pulling her in every direction boys fight for her heart the one she wants to win doesn't fight she leaves herself in the open taking shots from all angles absorbs it and shakes it off like it didn't even hurt she tells me her deepest secrets and laughs from the shallowest part of herself that smile could make a grown man a man who gave up on love weak the ******* knees make the hardest frown turn right upside down the one's who say they love her **** her up more than those who don't she's rare she cares sometimes, well most of the time she gets too stressed and tries too hard to be the best tear away the seams your heart is sewn onto your sleeve rip it off it might hurt a bit you might bleed but it's temporary unlike the hurt from the ones who "love" you TEAR YOUR HEART OFF YOUR SLEEVE put it BACK where it belongs lock it up tight let the right one in not the one who speaks in cliches choose the one who can look you dead in the eye and tell you you're beautiful without looking at your chest or *** I pinky promise he will come around I can't promise when but i swear be patient and sit back and watch your life unfold like opening the pages of a pop-up book
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
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